Bulldozer

literature, literature promotion, nakba, poetry 1 Minute

A
man
is driving
a bulldozer
right at me.

I’m lying here paralyzed on the ground.

He
is
getting
closer and closer
The big metal wheel
is crushing all under it.

I lie here helpless and cannot do anything.

It is
almost
upon me.
the crunching big wheel
is almost touching my bones.
It keeps on rolling and rolling.

I cannot move. I can only see my imminent death.

It has
rolled
over the trees and
our homes and corpses.
Now I can feel it crushing me.
I am now leaving this evil world.
I am the dead. I am the blood. I am the bones. I am Gaza.

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Published by Mawr Gorshin

I'm merging the variety of topics I've blogged about--which include literary and film analyses, anarchism, socialism, libertarian-leaning Marxism, narcissistic abuse, and psychoanalysis--into a coherent philosophy centred on dialectical materialism, dialectical monism, and object relations theory. Now, one dialectical opposition is that between the erotic and the ascetic, so accordingly, my writing encompasses the sexual as well as the philosophical; the former can be found in my publications on the Literotica website, as well as my self-published (erotic) horror writing on Amazon.

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